St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-12-31
HOW INDIANS GET WHISKY.
latter the.F ashton of Longfellow.]

lAfter the. F ashton of Longfellow.]
Written for the Globe.
Reservation, loves the ardent like white
Loves the fiery Minna-wa-kon with a love
that
Never ceases, from the early morning sun
The fall of dewy evening. When he stands
before his
Tepee. thinking of the past and present, sud-
denly
He feels a something, gnawing at his very
vitals,
Gnawing like hungry badger. Up he rises
in hurry,
Seeks his butcher-knife and pony, throws his
Ger his shoulders, and with haste he presses
onward;
Onward, DER the rushing river, oyer bluffs
and holes
Of coyotes, till he halts his painting pony at
The Minna-wa-kon tepee. In he marches
chieftain, with his eagle eye a-blazing, as
Looks behind the counter, where the clerk
Spotless linen, flashing gems winch glow
In splendor, fixes up the Tom and Jerry for
The thirsty crowd around him. Noga stands
In silent wonder at the scene outspread be-
fore
Him; sees the many thirsty white men quail
ing
Off the hot elixir, while they sing and shout
In chorus, as they fill again their glasses.
No one offers him the cordial which his
Stomach so much longs for, and each moment
Assuage the thirst within him, 10 allay the
Irritation of his throat and gastric organ,
All the salyary organs, sympathizing with
his
Stomach, stimulated by his fancy, pour their
Contents DER his bosom; from his mouth it
Flows in torrents. Now he leaves the noisy
Tepee, with its fiery Minna- -kon, with its
Steaming Tom and Jerry, with its fumes
like
Burning incense rising upward to the ceiling.
Out into the cold and darkness with his
strong
Desire for Notwithstanding hot, exhil
arating,
That will set his heart humping, like
mighty
Corliss engine. oh, the goneness of that
feeling,
Which pervades his entire being as it surges
through
His system; like wolf, it guaws and tears
Now he glances through the darkness, and
he sees
A man appearing. and he halls him with
Which is answered by the white man, as he
grasps
The hand Of Mega. Then they whisper in
Darkness as they stand up close together.
while
They watch with eager glances all the paths
Which lead toward them. Get me Minna-
wa-kon,
Plenty, that / may imbibe it freely, drink it,
While its gdrgling music lulls me into
dreams of
Pleasure" Then the white man, who is
hard up,
Sees chance to make dollar, and he speaks
And says: 'Oh: Mega, give me muzza-
skaw OH
Mega, muzza -skaw wazhee, oh! Mega, so
/ can buy the fiery Minna-wa-k on at the
tepee."
Then the muzza- skaw he gives him, while he
Waits around the corner for his cherished
Minna-wa- kon.
Soon appears the friendly white man, bear
ing in his
Private pocket well-diluted Minna- wa kon;
Which he soon presents to Noga. How with
eagerness
He grasps it, pulling from the neck the
While the gurgle, gurgle. gurgle of the swift
Descending liquid falling OH the Silly night
air,
Sings low, melodious cadence.
How he drains it of its contents, while he
His lips with gusto, smacks them in self-sat-
isfaction.
Then he hands again the bottle to the ever
Walll0S
White man, who again with Minna-wa-kon
= fills
1t for the anxious Mega. 'Muzza-skaw
waZhee,
Oh Mega, for the fiery Minna-wa-kon, so
That can drink with pleasure when your
Reservoir is bullying, and your head begins its
Whirling.'' So it goes from night till morn
ing.
Till the watchful keen-eyed marshal makes &
Sneak around the corner, captures Mega and
His bottle, breaks the charm which had en-
thralled
Him, puts him in the lonely prison. And the
White man, flies he homeward with the swift.
ness
OF the swallow, looking back and flying
faster,
Till he sees he is not followed, sees no more
the
Keen-eyed marshal Mega languishes in
prison
Till the day set for his hearing, thinking of
the
Minna- wa-kon which the white man so di-
luted.
But he gives away that white man. when be-
fore
The stern tribunal stands he in nervous
manner,
While the judge. with awful presence, makes
him
Tell who gave it to him. So it goes, from
Spring till winter, when the flowers bloom or
The snow falls, and they get their Minna-wa-
kon,
From the quiet, hard-up white man
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